I am not allowed to use feelings to diagnose the problem
so I wait for a physical sign of distress: heart's beating fine;
chest heaves out, caves in, in breath; I can hear my brain ticking
in my ears, in my eyelashes; tick-tock-tick, brain waits in thinking;
tongue licks moist lips, is tasty, is alive; I am waiting. For a sign.
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